After the evacuation of the two immortals in the painting

Without the continuous input of Monet's burning sources, the flames of the mushroom forest gradually became smaller.

Eventually, it was suppressed by various mushrooms and spores, and disappeared after a while.

The fire, which lasted for a day, eventually burned about a third of the mushroom forest.

This is also the reason why the two immortals in the painting hit the green Monet by surprise.

Attacking again with fire the next day may not have such a great effect. After all, the deeper you go into the mushroom forest, the more mushrooms there are, the more powerful they become, and there are even some special species that can extinguish fires.

Dozens of minutes later

The originally quiet surroundings suddenly burst into a trance, and the figures of the two immortals in the painting reappeared.

They looked around closely, but still found nothing.

"It seems that I am suspicious."

"The wind came so suddenly that it almost interrupted our plans. I can't help but wonder if something is messing with our plans. ”

Kerbo's face was gloomy, and he said, glancing around.

"No, your suspicion is most likely correct. I had just felt something unclear, but now it was gone...... You should know that the power that the yellow crystal gives me...... I'm a lot better than a few of you when it comes to perception. ”

The mantra's beautiful and delicate facial features furrowed slightly, showing a slight hint of coquettishness.

If this guy were a woman, he would be absolutely stunningly beautiful.

It's like a heavenly creation.

"Sure enough!"

"Looks like there's something really going against us?"

"What is it? Those old monsters who spilled energy after obtaining crystal splitting? It stands to reason that we should have cleared them all. The energy dispersed by the crystals has been almost collected. ”

"Green Monet, perhaps?"

"No, it shouldn't be them."

Raising this guess, Kerbo shook his head before he could say anything.

"It's not that I look down on those inferior races, the races born from crystal fragments, but they just rely on crystal fragments to survive, they don't have the ability to do this."

"I guess these guys knew about our arrival, so they only dared to hide in the mushroom forest and shiver. If it weren't for some jealousy of the primordial spore tree in the center...... The mushroom spores are just a few of them, for the fairy in our paintings...... Humph......"

Kerbo sneered a few times, and the meaning was self-evident.

As the top existence in the oldest Yellow and White Monet, he is like a god, and he doesn't even care about those ordinary Yellow and White Monet, let alone the inferior race in the eyes of Yellow and White Monet.

"Okay, let's say a few words. Those guys, it's not simple. As the oldest branch of the green Monet, their abilities are not comparable to the red Monet, which is already on the verge of collapse. Relying on the primitive spore tree, even if we don't have a problem with them for a while. Only the gradual reduction of the mushroom forest from the periphery has achieved the goal of weakening the ability of that thing. ”

"So, you can't tell what's going on against us, can you?"

The incantation is calm, without any ups and downs.

"Humph!"

"If it weren't for Raphael's guy, put the black crystals ...... How can it be so troublesome now? What's in that...... Definitely the absolute nemesis of these mushrooms......"

Kerbo cursed in hatred.

When it comes to Raphael, it seems that even the spell is not refuted.

It seems that this white Monet fairy has become the object of rejection by the other four.

"By the way, I heard that there is something wrong with you? Red Monet is all missing? Have you found the crystal? ”

The spell suddenly changed the subject, and asked casually.

"It's fine!"

"No problem, don't worry about it."

A glint flashed in Kierbo's eyes, and he said casually.

"Really? That's good. But if I need help, I can't help it. After all, when it comes to the restart plan, there is no room for error...... Time is running out for us in this world, you should know what I mean......"

The spell still doesn't seem to have given up.

She had already known through her own channels that there was quite a problem with Kerbo's side of the Red Monet.

Not only was the crystal not found, but even the old nest in Black Valley Town seemed to have been wiped out by a mysterious existence.

In a Black Valley town in Nuoda, there are almost more than 40,000 white Monets and more than 1,000 cultivators, and they are all missing.

Not a single one escaped.

Just thinking about it makes me feel terrified.

What kind of power is this possible?

Even with their ability to draw immortals, it won't help.

Kierbo was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

The tone was slightly cold: "But I'll take care of it, don't worry." Can't delay the restart plan......."

"Forget it? I really didn't find anything here. Let's go back, and we have to check if there are mushroom spores lurking in Monet's body. Although I don't care about the life and death of those little things, but eradicating the mushroom forest, I still need them as cannon fodder, and it's hard to explain if they are all dead. ”

Kerbo shifted the subject, his face resurfaced with indifference.

The two waited quietly for a few more moments; Then the figure flickered, and once again disappeared as if teleporting.

A quarter of an hour

Two quarters of an hour

Three quarters of an hour

Time is slowly slipping away.

After another half a day, wisps of gray-black mist came from nowhere, slowly spreading out from the ground, gradually converging together, getting bigger and thicker.

Eventually, a large cloud of ghostly fog was formed, exuding a cold, dark, ominous aura.

In the very center emerges a deep, abyss-like figure.

Wu Hao looked at the direction in which the two immortals in the painting left, and was silent for a long time.

The strength of the two immortals in the painting made him a little sideways. The speed at which he teleported without a trace was incomparable to him.

The powerful aura it exuded was almost level with him.

Especially the female fairy in the painting, her powerful perception ability can even detect the slightest error in Wu Hao's scattered ghost mist state.

Three!

He could only deal with three immortals at once. This is still the largest estimate, and the conservative point should not be considered more than two.

Once there are more than three, even Wu Hao can only flee from the wind.

It's humiliating to be a grotesque, but it can't be helped. This fairy in the painting is indeed the most powerful monster he has ever encountered.

They may not be as strong as the long snake they encountered, but they have wisdom and are all scheming, they are freaks who don't know how many years they have lived, and they are ruthless and cruel and murderous.

This kind of existence is the most difficult to deal with.

If Wu Hao wants to deal with them, he still needs some sophisticated planning.

The strange wind just now was that he controlled the yin wind launched by the ghost mist, and he wanted to rely on the mushroom spores to destroy Monet's coalition in one fell swoop, and even severely damaged the two immortals in the painting, so he almost exposed his existence.

But it seems that the effect is mediocre.

It is very likely that the immortals in the painting are not afraid of these ordinary mushroom spores, and those coalition forces shocked Wu Hao even more.

Under such a sudden change in casualties, he still didn't panic at all, like a robot, this kind of army, he was greedy when he saw it.

Of course, it's not that no one has anything to gain.

"This spore ......"

"Interesting...... Maybe this is the biggest gain of coming to this small world......"

Wu Hao looked at the ghost mist, some particles, like dust, and his heart was extremely happy.

One of the biggest shortcomings of the ghost fog has actually been solved here in disguise.

The surprise came all too suddenly.

......